The moonlight passed through the lens and was concentrated into a long, thin band of light, like a glowing thread leading right to the piece of sail, held in a ball by Aunt Josephine’s hairnet. In a moment the thread had become a small flame. “It’s miraculous!” Klaus cried, as the flame took hold. “It’s unbelievable!” Aunt Josephine cried. “Fonti!” Sunny shrieked. “It’s the scientific principles of the convergence and refraction of light!” Violet cried, wiping her eyes.